As time went by, the thirty-seventh year of Shaowu arrived in the blink of an eye, which was 4683 in the Yanhuang calendar and 1683 in the Western calendar.
The emperor has been in power for thirty-seven years, which happens to be his sixtieth birthday.
Needless to say, the grandeur of the Wanshou Festival is a grand one. The court started preparations as early as a year ago and it is estimated that it will cost 5 million yuan.
The Ministry of Internal Affairs even selected rare treasures from various places several years in advance and sent them to the newly built Western Region Palace in Yuquan Villa to enrich it.
"Your Highness, there is news from Hulunbuir in Horqin that the Rakshasa people have bypassed the North Sea, and the Daur people have discovered their footprints in the wilderness, and they seem to be lingering around the Ergun River and never leaving!"
The Secretary of the Ministry of War, with his buttocks on the stool, was describing the military situation with a serious face.
"Hulunbuir?" Zhu Cuququ frowned: "Bring over the map!"
Soon, the eunuch brought a vast map.
The prince looked directly north, aiming at the location of General Horqin's mansion.
The area of General Horqin's Mansion is very large, with Liaodong and Jilin to the east, Chahar to the south, and Fuguo to the west.
The north leads directly to Hanhai Wasteland.
It can be said that in terms of area, General Horqin is three to five times the size of Liaodong.
The number of herders under his rule exceeds 50,000, and there are hundreds of tribes of different sizes. The Horqin City under his direct jurisdiction has about 100,000 residents.
Under extreme circumstances, 80,000 troops can be recruited.
"This place is too far away from Horqin, at least a thousand miles, and management is inconvenient."
Zhu Cunqu frowned and remained silent.
He has no fear of the Rakshasa people and can easily drive them away as long as he sends troops.
But if you drive them away, they will still come back.
In the vast Northeast region, the rough General Horqin's Mansion is no longer suitable.
"Your Highness, we can let Fu Guo send troops together, but these Rakshasa people will disappear on their own." The Minister of War suggested.
“Treating the symptoms but not the root cause!”
Zhu Cunqu shook his head: "The Horqin area is too large, unreasonable and inconvenient to manage."
"As far as I know, this Hulunbuir grassland is one of the few good places in the north. It needs serious development."
Hearing this, Shangshu felt blessed again: "We can set up a military town, where soldiers and civilians can be integrated, and can cultivate land and guard the border!"
"This was the case in Anxi in the past, and that's why we have such a grand occasion today!"
Zhu Cunqu nodded.
Anxi is divided into northern Xinjiang and southern Xinjiang, with southern Xinjiang oasis and northern Xinjiang grassland.
Because immigrants are basically concentrated in northern Xinjiang, living around rivers, cultivating wasteland, and training militia.
The Han people who huddled together to keep warm formed military villages. They farmed in peacetime, formed soldiers when necessary, and even had special permission to own firearms.
They were not afraid of the Mongols or the Uighurs. They guarded their land and property, established a firm foothold in northern Xinjiang, and built cities one after another.
Thanks to Emperor Hongfu, Shaanxi Township Party members poured into Anxi in large numbers, bringing the total population of Anxi to more than 2 million, with nearly 800,000 Han people, making them the largest ethnic group, with Mongolians assimilating most of them.
The Hulunbuir area has military camps in the border areas, allowing them to have firearms, which can effectively resist the Rakshasa people.
"You should draw up a charter for this matter, make sure it is detailed!"
"yes!"
After finishing the discussion, Zhu Cunqu rubbed his temples.
From the Ministry of Finance, then to the Ministry of Household Affairs, and now to the Ministry of War, he has changed over and over again among the eight ministries.
In order not to interfere with the administration, he no longer served as Shangshu. The emperor directly appointed him as Supervisor Shangshu, only making decisions that did not involve political affairs.
The military power of the Ming Dynasty was divided into three parts: the Beijing Camp Envoy Si Yamen managed the Beijing Camp and the border troops, and the Fifth Army Governor's Office was in charge of the provincial patrol camps.
The Ministry of War is responsible for the logistics support of all armies, as well as the promotion of mid-level and senior officers to military status.
At the same time, outside the country, the Inspectorate also has a patrol censor to inspect the army on a regular basis.
In fact, the emperor also had a staff department, which was responsible for the staff affairs of the army. It was directly in charge of the military justice department, and the sense of existence was not strong.
This system has been maintained for more than thirty years, with mutual checks and balances, and has always been very stable.
But after hanging around in the Ministry of War for more than a year, Zhu Cunqu smelled something different:
Ambition.
The Ministry of War was unwilling to have power divided.
But everyone will have ambitions, and the same goes for Babu.
The Ministry of Rites likes to compete with the Ministry of Personnel for the first place in the eight departments, while the Ministry of Husband wants to reunite the three departments into one.
When the Ministry of War regains power, the power of ordinary officials will naturally increase, and the power of the Minister of War will naturally increase. This is the need of all.
Zhu Cunqu was afraid.
Didn't the Ministry of War of the previous dynasty take advantage of the collapse of the nobles in the Tumu Fort to gain military power?
The previous chapter proved that Xungui's degeneration speed is much faster than imagined.
"Sir, King Qin has entered the capital!"
Suddenly, the waiter ran over and said.
"Okay, I get it now!"
Zhu Cunqu nodded.
He has no scruples about his brothers who have no competition for the throne. He is only sad that he has not seen them for many years.
Although the royal family is ruthless, under the enfeoffment policy, the friendship between the princes is quite deep.
Shortly after the Minister of Rites welcomed the King of Qin to the capital, the prince visited his residence and entered the palace with him.
In the carriage, the two brothers sat opposite each other.
The King of Qin was one year older than him. He had fair skin and was already stout in middle age. He had a big belly, a long beard, and a yellow tuanlongmang uniform, which made him quite majestic.
Prince Zhu Cunqu is relatively lean and wears the same tuanlongmang uniform. If you look closely, you can see that they are about 50% similar.
"Brother!" Zhu Cunqu spoke first: "I haven't seen you for a few years, but I miss you dearly."
King Qin also sighed: "Third brother, I am the same way. I often recall the capital in my dreams. What if Qin is not as good as the capital?"
"Father, is your mother in good health?"
"Kang Jian." The prince smiled and said, "On the New Year's Eve, you and I can reunite as brothers."
After entering the palace, the two brothers met with the emperor and the queen. The King of Qin even stayed in the palace of his biological mother, Zhang Man, for a long time, and did not leave until dusk.
As the Longevity Festival approaches, the vassal kings arrive in Beijing one after another.
In the middle of February, King Qi arrived.
Then there are nineteen kings including King Fu, King Liang, King Yue, King Wei, King Qi, King Qi, King Xiang, King Ji, King Cao, and King Guo.